God saw you getting tired,
And a cure was not to be,
So He put His arms around you,
And whispered, "Come to Me"
With tearful eyes we
Watched you suffer,
And saw you fall away.
Although we couldn't bear to lose you,
We could not ask you to stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hardworking hands laid to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
That He only takes the best.
God saw you getting tired,
And a cure was not to be,
So He put His arms around you,
And whispered, "Come to Me"
With tearful eyes we
Watched you suffer,
And saw you fall away.
Although we couldn't bear to lose you,
We could not ask you to stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hardworking hands laid to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
That He only takes the best.
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